Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Chorus:
Now I’m back at the streets
Payin’ twice for my sins
Washin’ my hands; white clean
Am I searchin’ for peace?
They say I’m an opportunity lovin’ fraud
But I got no choice
Rapping is something I’d die for
Something I’d lie for
Either you win or you lose
Depends whether you follow the rules
Back at you; coming through
Nobody dares when we move
Monday to Friday booze
Then a Saturday cruise
We set our own limits
And we do what we choose
Tired of everyone claimin’ they hard
Which part; did they not get when I said I was hot
Boy I’m killin’ this beat
But boy keeps on watchin’ the streets
When you born in this world to lead
Then you play your part n keep on hustle them streets
Keep your eyes on the price
Even when rappers falling apart
Remember those that remain true
Not every brother’s a fart
I remember when raps was just rap
Way back before Teargas ever hap
Maybe others were real; but that never pays them bills
Now everyone sounds foreign
Like it’s a little bit corporate
And that’s not my liking
Can’t tell whether he’s singing or rhyming
Can’t help to hide from the truth-
Peeps know I the best in this God damn country
Can’t leave rap alone; the game needs me
Someone got to do all the work; artists are daydreaming
Right from the start I been winning
Rightful heir to the rap business
The game needs change; and I happen to be the sage
Unleash the beast on its cage
’Cause I’ll never settle for a wage
Chorus:
Now I’m back on the streets
Payin’ twice for my sins
Washin’ my hands; white clean
Am I searchin’ peace?
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